“You have two choices. Let us kill you… or you kill us. Whoops. I suppose you could kill yourself.”

“You’re pretty good at tying that thing.”

“If my teasing frustrates you, then show me you’ve grown up.”

Okumura Rin was counting.

He counted every taunt, every mocking echo, every hint that Mephisto knew things he had no reason, no right to know.

He already owed the clown for every scheme that had hurt his friends. And, whenever he was strong enough to settle the debt, he was also going to make Mephisto pay for every violation of his father’s memory.